“Maybe you can come by this weekend. We got a few new strippers who are real hot. Fiona’s working on Saturday.”
“Saturday’s a bitch at Get Inked. Besides, we can’t fuck the help. Steel and Paco remind us of that at least once a month.”
“Looking’s good too. Fiona has a new number that’s driving all the guys crazy. How’re the women who come into the shop to get inked? Any hot ones you’ve hooked up with?”
“I don’t really look at them that way. If I did, I’d fuck up their ink.”
“Bullshit. You’re always checking out women. You’re giving me a load of shit, which probably means you’ve either fucked a customer or are getting ready to do it.”
“Neither, dude. I don’t like to mix business with pleasure. So, how’d the double date turn out with your squeeze and her roommate? Did the chick go for Chains?”
“Better than I could’ve imagined. The two women ended up being totally down for a foursome, and we had a shitload of fun. Chains is eager to do a repeat performance. I’m arranging something for next week. You really blew that one. Those women are so fuckin’ into the dark shit. Love it.”
“Yeah, well, you know I prefer it solo with a chick. Glad it worked out.”
“Do we got church?” Eagle asked as he joined the men at the bar.
Goldie glanced at the clock on the back wall. “In about fifteen minutes.”
“Enough time for a few beers,” Eagle said as he held up three fingers to Ruger, who promptly placed the requested bottles in front of Eagle. He picked one up and drank it in one long swallow. “Nothing better than ice-cold beer on a scorching day.”
The brothers chatted for a while, then headed to the meeting room in the back of the clubhouse. The room filled up with more jean-clad members, the scraping of metal and wood against concrete echoing as the brothers sat down at the large table. Steel and Paco were standing in front waiting for everyone to quiet down. A wooden gavel brought the meeting to order.
“We’re helping the Fallen Slayers procure arms. They’ve been getting some shit from a local gang in Silverado that seems better equipped than they are. These punks have been starting all kinds of shit, so Roughneck’s asked us to help them out. Told him about Liam and how great he’s worked out for the Insurgents and now us on that last deal.”
Fallen Slayers were a smaller MC with only ten members. Roughneck was the president and Patriot was the vice president, both good friends with Steel. They’d all known each other even before the clubs were started. Most of the Night Rebels got along with the Fallen Slayers, although the way they treated their club girls didn’t sit too well. But the club girls wore the Fallen Slayers’ property patch voluntarily, and they chose to go through initiation to become part of the club. Even so, the Night Rebels respected and treated their club women as part of their club, never pushing them to work at Lust or go out and prostitute to make money for the club.
“Are we gonna help them with their punk problem?” Sangre asked.
“Is it an established gang or a wannabe?” Eagle said.
“For now we’re just helping with the arms deal. Roughneck will let us know if he needs more help. We’ll open it up for discussion if that time comes.”
Steel nodded to Paco, who stood up. “The gang is an affiliate to Los Malos in Colorado Springs and Pueblo. Los Malos started as a neighborhood gang, but they’ve evolved into an organized, dominant, and criminally successful one. This smaller one in Silverado helps Los Malos out in some of the counties with selling drugs and stealing. They have a fuckin’ attitude and think they can just set up shop and establish the area as their turf.”
“Sounds like what the fuckin’ Skull Crushers and Satan’s Pistons were trying to do,” Goldie said.
“Exactly, except these assholes aren’t bikers. They have backup from Los Malos and maybe some fuckers higher up. I spoke to Hawk and he’s looking into it, since he’s the one who keeps up with that for the Insurgents and their affiliates. He told me the Insurgents are looking real close at Los Malos and their affiliates. They want to nip whatever shit these fuckers are trying to sneak in before it becomes a worse problem. I told them we’re ready to jump in and lend a hand if it comes to that. I know the other MCs that we and the Insurgents are on friendly terms with would join forces with us too. But for now, we’re gonna help Roughneck get his gun supply way up.” Paco crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.
“What do these jerks call themselves?” Muerto asked.
Paco smiled. “Los Malitos.”
“Wonder how long it took them to come up with that name.” Muerto laughed.
“We don’t give a shit how these fuckin’ street gangs make their money or what the hell they do as long as they don’t do shit in biker territory. Banger is beyond pissed,” Steel stated.
“I’m sure he is,” Rooster said. He, Tattoo Mike, and Shotgun knew Banger, Hawk, and Throttle well. Being the oldest of the Night Rebels brothers, they went way back with the Insurgents, even before the Night Rebels was formed.
“These punks never fuckin’ learn. We oughta annihilate them and be done with it.” Diablo slammed his fist on the table.
The members voiced their agreement. Steel looked at Diablo. “I want you to get together with Knuckles and see if he needs any help.”
“Already did that. I’m going to Silverado tomorrow to go over some stuff with him.” At first, the Fallen Slayers’ sergeant-at-arms and Diablo, the sergeant-at-arms for the Night Rebels, didn’t get along with each other. But since they’d done a couple of charity poker runs together, they’d become brothers and friends.
“When’s the deal going down?” Chains asked.
“Next week,” Steel replied.
